It's true to say that some bands and/or songs make a living with soul and society crushing ballads. It's equally true that a song being gloriously dumb can...and often does...move us in other ways.
To this day, I still love "The Sweet".
I could say that they still invoke memories of my youth, innocence, and simpler times.
The truth is probably that they're just gloriously dumb and I love it.
"Gloriously dumb".
It's true to say that some bands and/or songs make a living with soul and society crushing ballads. It's equally true that a song being gloriously dumb can...and often does...move us in other ways.
To this day, I still love "The Sweet".
I could say that they still invoke memories of my youth, innocence, and simpler times.
The truth is probably that they're just gloriously dumb and I love it.
I adore The Sweet. Teenage Rampage forever!
An idea concert for me would be 30 minutes of The Sweet, 45 minutes of Slade, and an hour of T. Rex.